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written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , cassie howard 𝔁 f! reader | wc 2250

summary. after cassie & nate’s so called relationship was called quits. you became nate’s new hot girlfriend. cassie being cassie did everything she could do to win nate back. from copying your hair & makeup, your fashion choices, and even the way you portrayed yourself. analyzing your every move.

warnings. mentions of jealousy, obsession, stalking, unwanted attention, emotional manipulation, internalized homophobia, unhealthy behavior.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. my first time writing a female character x reader. i wouldn’t call it wlw but maybe it could if you know what i mean. like just a girl obsessing over you! barely any dialogue by the way. CASSIE’S POV

i couldn’t stop looking at her. the way she looked at him. The way he looked at her. y/n wasn’t even trying— just laughing and being herself, nate’s hand on her lower back like it belonged there. the way he used to touch me.

there’s a tightness in my chest every time i see them together. like I can’t breathe, but I’m also addicted to watching. i hate it. but I can’t stop.

i stand at the edge of the party, my gaze darting between them. her hair is loose tonight, and i know that by tomorrow i’ll be doing the same thing. i’ll curl mine just like that. her outfit? It’s effortless, but it works. i’ll be ordering that exact top later.

it’s not that i want to be her. it’s that i have to be her. i have to understand why nate left me for her. what’s so special about her?

i know it’s pathetic. maddy would’ve tell me i’m insane, if she hadn’t completely cut me off after she found out about nate and i, and kat would probably give me one of her judgmental looks, but it’s not like i’m hurting anyone by copying her. it’s just a way to get nate’s attention back. to make him realize i can be what he wants — again.

i watch them for another second, the smile on y/n’s face curling into my mind, sinking deep into my thoughts. the way her lips look so perfect, a soft laugh falling from them as nate whispers something into her ear. his eyes trail her body, the same way they used to on me, but now they’re filled with this … desire that used to be mine.

beneath it all, it feels like she’s stolen everything from me. but i’ll get it back. as simple as that.

the first time i copied her hair, i saw nate look. just a glance, but it was enough. enough to make me think this wasn’t crazy. i could do this. if I could just be perfect, like her, he’d see it.

but tonight, watching them, i realize something feels wrong. different. It’s not just nate anymore. the more i stare at her, the more I feel this pull toward y/n herself. it makes no sense. i’m supposed to hate her. she’s the reason nate isn’t with me. she’s the problem.

but i can’t stop staring.

it’s not just her hair. or her makeup. it’s the way she carries herself. the confidence. the ease. i’m trapped in a cycle of fear and desperation. but she? she’s free. it’s slowly consuming me. at least i happen to be somewhat self aware.

that’s when i realize what it is — why i’m so obsessed. i’m not just jealous of her being with nate. i’m jealous of her. she’s everything i want to be. free, beautiful, confident … powerful. everything I’m trying to be.

and deep down … i know i don’t just want to be her. i want her to notice me. maybe if she did, i wouldn’t need nate.

the next day, i go all in. my hair, makeup, outfit — all styled exactly like hers. i even spent hours studying her instagram, her poses, her expressions. i have it all down. but it’s not just about nate anymore. i’m doing this for me. i want her to see me. to notice me the way nate notices her.

when i walk into the party later that night, i feel the buzz of attention immediately. people are looking at me, but i don’t care about them. i’m looking for her. and then i spot her, standing by the drinks with nate. her eyes sweep over the crowd, and i wait, holding my breath, until they land on me.

she stares.

it was only for a moment, but i saw it. and something in me snapped, change.

i walk up to them, my heart pounding in my chest. nate barely glances at me, but i don’t care anymore. it’s her i want.

❝ you look … familiar. ❞

she says it with a raised brow, a smirk playing on her lips, and my stomach flips. she noticed. she sees me.

❝ do i? ❞ i ask, my voice quieter than i mean for it to be, but she’s still looking at me. she’s really looking at me.

❝ almost like a mirror. ❞

my cheeks flush, but before i can say anything else, nate pulls her away, his hand on her waist, guiding her to the next room. but i catch the way she glances back at me over her shoulder.

for the rest of the night, i find myself watching her more than nate. she moves with such ease, completely oblivious to the way i’m hanging on her every move. her every smile. every word.

weeks pass, and the obsession only grows. i study her. every little detail. i spend hours scrolling through her photos, reading every post, learning her habits. i don’t care if it’s wrong. i need to understand her, to know her. i start showing up wherever I know she’ll be. parties, the mall, even the café she frequents.

one day, i see her sitting alone in a booth at a diner. i feel my heart racing as i sit down at the table across from hers, pretending to be engrossed in my phone, but really i’m watching her. her hair is pulled back today, and i make a mental note to try it the same way.

and then, she looks up and catches me staring. my heart stops.

❝ hey, cassie, right? ❞ she says, her voice casual, like it’s nothing, like i haven’t been stalking her for weeks.

i nod, my throat dry, and she smiles. she waves me over, and i feel my legs move before my brain can catch up.

❝ come sit, let’s talk. ❞

i don’t know what to say. she’s so calm, so … collected, and here i am, a nervous wreck. but as i sit across from her, i can’t help but feel like maybe this is it. maybe this is the moment she’ll understand me.

hours go by, and we talk about everything — nothing. she’s so easy to talk to. i feel like i could spend forever just sitting here, listening to her voice, watching her lips move. and then she says something that sends a chill down my spine.

❝ i know what you’re doing, cassie. ❞

my heart stops. i feel my breath catch in my throat, and for a second, i can’t speak.

❝ what are you talking about? ❞ i ask, trying to play it off, but my voice shakes.

she leans forward, her eyes locking onto mine, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.

❝ i see you, i always have been. i’m not blind. i do find it very flattering though. ❞

i feel heat rise to my cheeks. i can’t look at her anymore, but i feel her eyes burning into me.

❝ i don’t know what you’re doing at all, but if you need a friend i’m always here. ❞

the words hang in the air between us, and for the first time, i realize what i’ve been chasing. it’s not nate. it’s her. it’s always been her.

i don’t know how long we sit there, just staring at each other. the world fades away, and all i can think about is her. how i want to be her, how i want to be with her. it’s all so confusing, but at the same time, it’s crystal clear.

❝ i guess i wanted you to notice me. ❞

her expression softens, and for the first time, i see her as more than just competition. there’s something about her that pulls me in, something i can’t ignore anymore.

❝ cassie, i noticed you a long time ago … ❞

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

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2knightt is my fav outsider content blog ^_^

i have two polls and tou guys literally have to answer

like with dallas for example. YOU’RE the dallas in this universe and he’s YOU. like he’s totally obsessing over fictional you and is absolutely whipped for you after watching the movie ur in. id that makes sense

when mfs bring up the outsiders and now shawty know u a nerd 😞

💜₊˚⊹ — igual que un ángel

parring : the gang ( separately ) x f!reader

summary : the gang’s opinions on angelic spirited reader, who has received undeserved treatment.

warnings : intoxication, toxic relationships, blood, harsh language, etc.

age of parring : 17 - 19

extra : credits to @cafekitsune for borders!

d. curtis ↳ ❝ you should’ve seen the way she looked, just like an angel. ❞

darrel has noticed you, but only from a distance.

but then again that doesn’t deny that you stood out from any crowd.

the way the slight breeze in tulsa entangled your hair, the way your eyes would shine when you would look up at the setting sun.

god, when he catch you reading a silly romance novel and giggle, your bright smile blinding him. just causing him getting distracting from roofing.

he didn’t know you were so capable of being happy that you made his day, by purely just existing.

he felt that you should’ve never, ever, deserved what has happened to you.

k. matthews (two-bit) ↳ ❝ they just can't reach her, an unreachable princess. ❞

just like darry, he has seen you around.

more often than not, two is always everywhere, anytime, totally not to look for you!

regardless if his intentions were to see you or not, he could tell you were extremely social.

too bad you were unaware of how much bad people you happened to befriend.

two - bit may be dumb but he and for sure connect the dots and put 2 to 2 together.

you had no idea how much two wanted to talk to you and be only one of not so many of the good people.

your mesmerizing presence makes it much more desirable for not only him but anyone to approach you.

but at the same time, he felt that he couldn’t breathe the same air or else you would suffocate.

d. winston ↳ ❝ her heart was broken, but they never lost themselves, oh! ❞

dally has met and talked to many girls before, but to him, they never stood out to him at all.

i mean the more he practically surrounds himself with them while at tim’s, all there for their odd desires and intentions.

there was this one time he had about enough of the growing headache that was present in the house and he decided he needed fresh air.

dallas kicked the door open, making it creak but not loud enough for you to hear.

he took a couple steps forward and took out his pack of cigarettes and grabbed the last one, lighting it as he throws the box on the ground.

❝ listen y/n, i don’t think i can deal with you anymore.❞ your partner said calmly, as if it was gonna stop you from tearing up.

❝ look you seemed perfect, trust me you really did but if anythin’ being with you just got borin’ , yknow? ❞

you only listened in disbelief, sniffing and covering your mouth with your palm.

you leaned against a wall, as your now ex partner, walked away. dallas had to admit your tears made your face look so beautiful under the moonlight.

s. randel ↳ ❝ but she wants calm, not to harm her soul. ❞

steve has met and interacted with y/n’s many ex partners at DX, and to say the least, they didn’t deserve her.

honestly he only knew you as the pretty angel lady, nickname more like code name given to you by soda.

steve was working at the cash register, looking at the window as he watched new or frequent visitors passing by to fill up their tank.

he recognized one of the cars, a nice one at that, drive in and with the tinted windows rolled down he saw a girl, immediately standing up and fixing his uniform.

you stepped out and your partner grabbed your wrist, only making your turn back and kissed them and stepped out craving a pepsi.

little did steve know that not even five minutes ago, a argument between you and your partner had ensued.

you walked in turning to steve, greeting him with a small gloomy smile as he blushed and looked at you walking to the drink isle.

i have no idea why, but right then and there you began to cry silently as you grabbed what you were looking for.

small hiccups escaped from your tinted lips in a pout as you placed your items on the counter, steve hesitant pushed your things toward you.

❝ uhh, it’s on the house. ❞ you looked up in surprise as the both of you never spoke.

he made eye contact with your glossy teared eyes, his heart only sinking as you left and bidding a thank you and a goodbye.

sp. curtis ↳ ❝ they promised her love and failed her. ❞

when closing up shop for the day, soda was wiping down the counter where magazines, packs of gum, and the cash register sat. as steve went to retrieve keys to lock the gas station store.

steve wanted to tell his best friend what had occurred a couple days prior, but never had gotten the chance to bring it up, or either he had forgotten.

once they locked up and started walking on the breezy streets of the east side of tulsa, steve said something that would piqued soda’s attention.

❝ hey soda, yknow that pretty angel lady? ❞ steve asked almost in a whisper as if you would show up.

soda turned to face him as they stopped at a alleyway, confused on why he brought you up only nodded in response.

❝ well while i assume you were fillin’ up that tuff red car, she had walked in the store cryin, can’t you believe that?❞

❝ really? she seemed fine when i saw er’ come out❞ steve only hummed and waited to see if he would say something, anything, else.

soda sighed sadly as he explained that your, he presumed ex partner, began to mock you and brag how they would constantly successfully gaslight you.

❝ it pissed me off so much steve, it’s crazy how he played the victim after i called em out! how could they do that to her?❞

they finished the conversation, vowing that either of them will one day make you feel like you were wanted.

j. cade ↳ ❝ but she doesn’t give up, smiles even when it hurts. ❞

when johnny would be banished from his own home, he would walk around cautiously not looking for any trouble with douchebag socs.

as he walked getting closer to the curtis household, he heard your voice.

your voice was very distinctive and soft, like small animals would fall asleep to it.

johnny heard multiple footsteps getting louder and louder significantly meaning they were getting closer. quickly hiding pressing his body against the wall.

❝ may you please stop followin’ me? ❞ you said almost pleading for your wellbeing.

they were greaser girls, they pressed up all against you leaving you to gulp wondering what was wrong.

❝ has the wittle angel run out of little fans to fall in love with? ❞ said one presumably the leader.

you looked away, feeling upset and knowing that people only dated you for the publicity.

another girl grabbed you by the hair and was inches away from your face and whispered in your ear, ❝ here’s what girls like you get for thinkin’ they’re all that! ❞

the girl had socked you in the face, pushing you down to the ground and scoffing as you grabbed your face feeling blood dripping down your nose.

you gasped feeling the drops of blood dropping to your exposed knees.

johnny only watched, not even thinking to come up to you, fearing the girls would come back for whatever reason.

you fixed yourself up, whipping your nose and standing and wiping your scraped knees and you walked putting a smile on your face and said hi to johnny as if nothing happened.

pb. curtis ↳ ❝ because people like her are rare. ❞

pony only knew of your existence because of all the older boys.

they would constantly bring you up, usually sympathizing with you and wishing you would notice them.

thats when he realized that you had an effect on the gang, including his own brothers.

❝ yea man, i just left right then and there. she could’ve thought i was gonna attack her.❞

dally re - telling the story once again for one millionth time on how he encountered the sense of your ex breaking up.

thats when ponyboy realized that he had to meet you somehow.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

@LEIGHBAYE — mina leigh ୨ৎ

sixteen. latina. bisexual. writer. she/her. ₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

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— CINNAMON GIRL ⁷

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , keith matthews 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. two - bit’s perspective on y/n, highlighting her ability to see through his jokester persona and remind him of his worth. through two-bit’s eyes, we see how y/n’s kindness and understanding make her an irreplaceable part of their makeshift family.

labels. two - bit’s point of view.

warnings. lighthearted tone with underlying mentions of insecurity, two - bit’s reflections on his role in the group, and his deep admiration for y/n.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. second to last chapter! thank you everyone for reading all the way to this point! reblogs are very much appreciated! lots of love ♡

most people think i’m all jokes and no depth. and hey, i get it. it’s easier that way — crack a joke, lighten the mood, and nobody asks too many questions. but y/n? she never fell for that act.

she sees right through me, every damn time.

i think the first time i realized how much y/n mattered to me was when we were all hanging out at the curtis house. soda and steve were arguing over some car part, pony was reading, and darry was working on god - knows - what in the kitchen. i was sitting there, flipping through a comic, when y/n came in with her brothers, charlie and matteo.

the second she walked through the door, the whole place felt … brighter. not in a cheesy, lovey-dovey way, ok maybe .. but like she just brought this energy with her that made everything a little better.

❝two-bit,❞ she said, smiling at me. ❝you’re not causing trouble, are you?❞

❝me? trouble?❞ i grinned, holding up my hands. ❝i’m an angel, y/n. pure as the driven snow.❞

she laughed, shaking her head. ❝sure you are.❞

that laugh, man. it’s the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you’ve done something right, even if you’ve been screwing up all day.

y/n gets my humor in a way not many people do. most folks think i’m just trying to be funny for the sake of it, but she knows there’s more to it than that.

one time, i was sitting on the curb outside the dx, cracking jokes with soda while we waited for steve to get off work. y/n showed up, carrying a bag of snacks for her brothers, and sat down next to me.

❝what’s so funny?❞ she asked, tilting her head.

❝just telling soda about the time darry tried to fix that leaky faucet and flooded the kitchen,❞ i said, grinning.

she chuckled, but then her expression softened. ❝you always know how to make people laugh, two-bit. it’s a good thing.❞

i shrugged, leaning back on my hands. ❝somebody’s gotta do it. keeps things from getting too heavy, you know?❞

she didn’t say anything for a minute, just looked at me like she was trying to figure something out.

here she goes again.

❝you know it’s okay to let things be heavy sometimes, right?❞ she said finally, her voice quiet.

i didn’t know how to respond to that, so i just nodded, my throat feeling tighter than it should have.

y/n’s got this way of grounding me, even when i don’t realize i need it. it’s not like she tells me what to do or anything — she just … reminds me that i’m more than the jokes i make.

like the time i got into a fight with some socs. it wasn’t a big deal or anything, but i ended up with a busted lip and a bruise on my cheek. when i showed up at the curtis house, trying to laugh it off, y/n wasn’t having it.

❝two-bit, what happened?❞ she asked, her brow furrowing as she stepped closer.

❝nothing,❞ i said, waving her off. ❝just had a little disagreement with some rich boys, that’s all.❞

she didn’t buy it for a second.

❝sit down,❞ she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

i sat, mostly because it was y/n and not darry telling me what to do. she grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning up the cut on my lip, her touch gentle but firm.

❝you don’t have to act like it doesn’t hurt, you know,❞ she said after a moment.

❝i’m fine,❞ i muttered, but the way she looked at me made me feel like maybe i wasn’t.

the thing about y/n is, she’s not just kind — she’s smart, too. she knows when to push and when to back off, and she always seems to know exactly what to say.

like the time i was feeling like i didn’t really belong in the group. everyone else had their thing — darry was the leader, soda was the charmer, pony was the brains, and even johnny had this quiet strength about him. me? i was just the guy who made everyone laugh.

i was sitting on the porch, nursing a beer and feeling sorry for myself, when y/n came out and sat down next to me.

❝what’s got you so quiet?❞ she asked, nudging me with her shoulder.

❝nothing,❞ i said, taking a sip of my drink.

❝doesn’t sound like nothing,❞ she replied, her tone light but probing.

i sighed, staring at the ground. ❝sometimes i feel like … i don’t know. like i’m just the clown of the group, you know? like i’m not really good for anything else.❞

she was quiet for a moment, and i braced myself for some kind of pitying response.

❝you know that’s not true, right?❞ she said finally. ❝you’re the heart of this group, two-bit. you keep us all together, even when things get rough.❞

her words hit me harder than i expected, and for once, i didn’t have a joke to make.

❝thanks, y/n,❞ i said quietly, my voice rough.

❝anytime,❞ she replied, her smile soft and genuine.

if you ask me, y/n’s the glue that holds us all together. she’s always there, always making sure we’re okay, even when she’s got her own stuff to deal with.

she’s not just a friend — she’s family. and i’d do anything to make sure she knows that.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

. . . prologue darry curtis sodapop curtis ponyboy curtis

dallas winston johnny cade steve randle you’re here! final

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harry potter ( 1 - 7 )

# h. potter ,

give you the world ⇢ male reader.

draco & harry falling in love with a prince would be like ⇢ male reader.

# d. malfoy ,

make up ⇢ male reader.

draco & harry falling in love with a prince would be like ⇢ male reader.

eldest daughter of malfoy family ( 1 & 2 ) ⇢ female reader

the outsiders

# the gang ,

igual que un ángel ⇢ female reader.

# d. winston ,

lay me down ⇢ female reader.

# pb. curtis ,

hold on ⇢ female reader.

cinnamon girl multi - part project.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

finale

stranger things

# m. wheeler ,

sign your name across my heart ⇢ female reader.

coincidence ⇢ female reader.

a dream with a cheerleader ⇢ female reader.

puppy prince ⇢ male reader.

# d. henderson ,

radio connection ⇢ gender neutral reader.

it (2017)

# the losers ,

ben’s bunker ⇢ female reader.

quarry paradise ⇢ female reader.

cute for the summer ⇢ female reader.

euphoria (2019)

# n. jacobs ,

trance ⇢ female reader.

taste ⇢ female reader.

so high, breathe on me ⇢ female reader.

# elliot

house of balloons ⇢ male reader

shoong ⇢ male reader

# c.howard ,

copy cat ⇢ female reader.

💜 ₊˚⊹ — lay me down

parring : dallas winston x platonic older f!reader

summary : pampering a drunk dally.

warnings : intoxication

age of paring : 18 - 20

extra : this comes from a completed one - shot project from wattpad that i had removed. orginal charaters (f!reader’s siblings in book) mentioned!

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 was a guy who liked to party, no matter what day of the week it was.

he had been kicked out of a party hosted by tim shepard. not because he threw up all over his couch, also because he had enough alcohol.

you had never talked to tim like that but this one particular night he called your house phone letting you know dallas would stop by.

❝okay, uh huh, thanks tim have a good night.❞ you hung up the house phone and continued painting your nails.

❝y/n why were you talking to tim shepard?❞ your little brother charlie asked glancing between you and his book.

❝dallas is coming to stay the night, he isn't feeling very well.❞ you said shaking your freshly painted nails waiting for them to dry.

❝he iswnt gonnba slweep on ma bhed!❞ the eldest brother matteo yelled from the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth.

❝he won't teo..❞ you whispered as you waited worriedly for dally.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗌? you thought till you heard a click of the front door.

charlie let dally in and closed the door as soon as he stepped inside the toizer household to prevent cold air coming in.

❝dallas are you okay!?❞ you whispered yelled trying not to give him a headache.

❝mhm yea m' tired.❞ you looked up at his eyes forcing themselves open.

❝charlie go call matteo and help dallas get comfortable, im going to set the bed for him.❞

you said as charlie groaned as a protest but still complied.

you ran inside your bed room and removed your clothes and stuffed animals outta the way. you even fluffed the pillows for him and got a blanket for him.

you turned to the noises of your brothers grunting to push dallas into your room, clearly struggling.

❝finally!❞ matteo yelled as you shushed him not wanting dallas to get irritated.

they left and you sat on your vanity chair and took off dallas boots and his leather jacket and placed it on a place he can easily spot it.

you placed the blanket as dally shifted his position to get more comfortable, you felt giddy knowing dally was safe in the comfort of your home.

❝good night dallas..❞ you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

❝i love you y/n.❞ dallas mumbled in response and you replied with ❝love you more dally, get some sleep.❞

you grabbed chocolate coins from your jewelry box and placed them on top of the nightstand so dally could have a sweet treat when he woke up the next morning.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧